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A beggar came asking for food.
I told him to come from back door, asked him to sit on floor.
I brought food and said, "we shall pray.
Repeat after me, Our Father in heaven".
"Your Father in heaven" he said.
"No,our Father..." said me.
"Your Father...." said he.
Irritated, I asked why you say 'your' father when I say 'Our Father?'
He said "sir, it's like this.
If I say Our Father, then we both become brothers.
If we are brothers, you would invite me from the front door and not from back
You would ask me to sit at you dining table and would chat like brothers.
Sir, somehow it's not possible. So he may be your Father, but he can't be OUR FATHER.
Whose Father is He?
My?.. Your..? Her...? His...? Their...?
Or Our Father...?
It took a beggar to teach me The truth!!!
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